Assassin's Creed Daughter Imagines (FINISHED| NEW REQUESTS WILL BE IGNORED)

Matchmaker

Pairing: George Monro
Warning: none (?)
Note: I'm writing so much during the colonial times and I feel bad for neglecting the others.
Requested by: no one

Being the child, or ward, of the Colonel of the British Army certainly isn't the best thing. Especially during social gatherings.

Holding tightly to your father's arm, you didn't dare let go. At sixteen-years-old, people start assuming you're looking for a husband. Men from a variety of ages will approach you in hopes to win you over.

No, no, no. Absolutely not.

"Y/n, stay here for a moment. Master Kenway and I have something to speak about," said Monro. "It won't take long, I promise."

"You're leaving me with hungry wolves," you grumbled. "Look at them! They're so eager to pounce at the chance!"

Monro sighed.

"Y/n, you're over exaggerating. If it makes you feel any better, Master Cormac will be escorting you."

The tension in your shoulders loosened. Shay can be tolerated. He's never laid a hand on you without your permission and since Monro trusted him makes it better.

Which is where you are now, arm in arm with Shay.

"How is my lady doing today?"

You looked up at Shay in confusion.

"I'm sorry? Your lady?" You scoffed.

"Well, you are a lady and you are on my arm," Shay pointed out.

"That's very funny of you, Master Cormac," you snipped. "How hilarious."

You and Shay reached the balcony of the estate overlooking the garden.

"Your father's spoken about finding you a husband soon," said Shay. "He's been thinking about several men already."

You sighed in defeat.

"He told me he'll let me choose but if I don't find someone to settle down with soon-"

"He'll arrange a marriage for you. Pity."

"Nothing is true; everything is permitted is what the assassins would say," you muttered. "Freedom for all is what they want, is it not?"

"Indeed it is," said Shay. "But what they did in Haiti and Lisbon....I couldn't stay with them for long."

"And you defected as a result."

Silence washed over the atmosphere, the chattering and laughter as a moments distraction in the back. Shay glanced over at you, quickly looking when you looked over.

"What?"

"It's nothing for you to worry about, Y/n."

"Shay, you were staring at me."

Shay chuckled.

"You caught on, haven't you?"

You shook your head.

"Shay-"

Shay cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. One hand gently cradling your cheek, the other tugging you closer. Your eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the intimate moment with the Irishman.

"And how long have you been waiting to do that?" You teased after pulling away.

Shay ducked down to steal another kiss from you before answering,

"Far too long."

You hummed, playing with the collar of Shay's overcoat.

"You'll need to court me first if you want to claim me, Master Cormac."

"Much obliged, Miss. Monro."

"I told you, Master Kenway," said Monro. "I know my daughter well."

"Yes, I can see that," said Haytham. "Fifty pounds was it?"

"Wait! You betted?! Father!"